Hugh chuckled, his lips curving into a proud grin. “I told you the spell would work, Your Majesty. They see what they most fear, and their minds fill in the rest. Now we know the identities of those conspiring against us."
“To think I trusted that physician,” Kayziel mused, his tone turning icy. “Find him, Hugh. Bring him to me alive.”
Hugh gave a short bow. “And the others, Your Majesty?”
Kayziel waved a hand dismissively. “I don’t care. Kill them all. I have no use for traitors.”
“As you wish,” Hugh said. He turned to the undead at his side. “Begin the hunt. Bring the physician. No other survivors.”
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Cordin began to search the library as fast as he could, his hands trembling as he ran them over shelves. Time was slipping away, and every second felt like a hammer pounding against his chest. Porsha's life was on the line and so was Prince Ron’s. He couldn't afford to mess up.